Gianna

This Emily girl does not like me at all.

As soon as I’d finished showering, which took me ten minutes, I put on the bra and sexy panties of red that I found on the bed. Then I slipped the black thigh-length dress on and searched for a hairbrush.

Emily burst into the room without knocking, and I was only thankful that I’d already gotten dressed, in clothes my size, no less.

How the hell could anyone know my size?

Emily is a beautiful woman. Long blonde hair, big green eyes, slim, and skin that would make a porcelain doll jealous.

She looked me up and down with disdain. I’m not an easily intimidated person, so I raised my eyebrow and folded my arms around my chest.

The large, medieval-looking bedroom, larger than the top floor of my home, should have taken my attention. But I hadn’t looked around because I didn’t want to get comfortable. I won’t be staying here. Though the room is enormous, it took Emily less than two seconds to get to me.

For a moment, I thought she was going to slit my throat. The look on her face certainly said she wished me dead.

Instead, she grabbed my arm and dragged me in front of a large desk. The big mirror in front of it told me that I looked like shit compared to Emily.

She pushed me down into the seat and began dragging a brush through my hair. She was not gentle about it at all!

Emily blowdried and fashioned my hair in a French braid before slapping make-up on my face. She said not one word to me through all of this. I wanted to tell her that I could do my own hair and make-up, but I figured she’d punch me in the face for daring.

She sprayed perfume on my neck and then grabbed a pair of black heels. She threw them at me and waited impatiently; for me to put them on. The bitch probably expected me to fall over in them, but I stood gracefully.

I wear heels all the time for balls and nights out. I’m a woman, and I’m used to dressing up. Whatever Emily hoped for, she was disappointed.

What did she think?

That I was a sheltered little virgin girl?

I am no such thing. I have a life, a man, and I party with the best of them.

I wonder what Mason is thinking right now?

Mason is my boyfriend, and Bella is sure to have raised the alarm by now. She would have called our parents and Mason and explained what had happened. Bella can’t possibly know I’m here, but I do not doubt that she believes the rogue caught me.

If I can’t escape this place yet, I need to find some way to call my family. I tried calling them through our mind-link, but I got no answer.

I can’t bear the thought of them believing that I’m dead. All that pain they’ll be in; I can’t let that happen.

“You may be Lorcan’s mate,” My eyes snap to Emily. “But you will never be Luna of Silver Paw.”

My heart pounds in my chest.

I’m mated to Lorcan Dalgaard?

Alpha of Sliver Paw pack?

Prince of Zidiah?

No!

There is no way on this earth I want to be mated to that monster.

Goddess, that’s why he looked so familiar; I know his sister, and of course, his parents. I’ve seen his brothers before now, but I’ve never spoken to them.

How could I have not known who Lorcan was the moment I saw him?

Anybody would say that I should think myself lucky to have been paired with a prince. But I don’t feel lucky.

How could I when I got paired with the evil one out of the three Dalgaard brothers?

Lorcan is the most feared Alpha in the world. He cares nothing for anyone, and I know that he won’t give a damn about me. I don’t want Lorcan to be my mate, but I know if I reject him, it could kill me.

Perhaps not; I could be one of the few strong enough to fight to stay alive.

Then who knows, maybe I’ll find my second chance mate. If that happened, I could be happy, and one never knows; my second chance mate could be Mason.

Now, wouldn’t that be something wonderful?

“I don’t want to be Lorcan’s mate or Luna of this pack,” I tell Emily with as much sass as I can muster.

She nods her head. “That’s good. Lorcan plans to reject you eventually, once he’s had his fun.”

Fuck no, he will not be having any kind of fun with me!

“But let’s get one thing straight,” Emily stands directly in front of me with her hands on her hips. “Lorcan is my man, and I am Luna of this pack. I don’t want you here, corrupting Lorcan.

“We have a good thing, Lorcan and me. The pack recognises me as their Luna, and you are nothing. They will turn on you in a heartbeat, and you’ll be nothing but dead by the time they’re done with you.”

I raise my eyebrow.

I will not give this woman the satisfaction of knowing she’s spooked me.

“I’ll say this one more time, I do not want your man or to be Luna of this pack. You’re welcome to Lorcan; he’s all yours. Why don’t you just let me go? I don’t want to be here anyway,”

Emily smirks. “Before I watch Lorcan tear you apart?”

I swallow the lump in my throat.

I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’ll do whatever the Moon Goddess wants as long as she helps me get away from here.

I have to be strong, and I have to show this woman that she doesn’t scare me, even if she does.

“You could watch that,” I nod my head. “Or you could watch me envoke the mate bond. I’m sure you’re aware by now that the pull is strong. I could have him under me, on top of me, licking ...”

A low growl rips from Emily’s throat, and I fight the urge to laugh.

Stupid bitch.

She has no idea of whom she’s messing with. Dominant she-wolves all believe that any woman they come across is weaker than they are. This idiot in front of me has no clue just how dominant I am also. But she’ll find out if she pushes me any further.